I never drink coffee. But if I did ... I would call it "Good Joe".
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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Monday, November 5, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Falling Stars?
Went out early Sunday morning to view the Orionid meteor shower. Saw four falling stars but did not get a photo. However, did get this photo. I am debating contacting the authorities. I sure don't want to come off as some sort of nut case ... again.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Family Politics
So, as the election nears, I thought I would pass on this family story. One of my parents is a huge democrat … the other a loyal republican. For this story, it doesn’t really matter which is which. During the times when politics are discussed in our home and I am, or my brothers are witnesses, the scene plays out like this: My dad begins by dissing the opposition, heaping praise on his party of choice and slowly working himself into a political frenzy. As his face turns a bright red, he shouts out party slogans. No research needed. What is said in commercials produced by his party are 100% true … the opposing party ads are “Lies, lies, nothing but a bag full of lies!” All the while, just a few feet away from his fury, my mother sits quietly reading. After about 15 minutes of ranting, my dad stops to take a deep breath. At that moment, my mom closes her book, glances over her reading glasses, and quietly says, “And then I go into the booth and cancel out his vote.” My father storms out of the room and my mother continues her reading. As far as I know this has been going on during their over 60 years of marriage. They still are very much in love despite their political differences. So, to all my Facebook friends who continue to spew the propaganda of their party of choice and post their political messages … just remember this: Somewhere, someone is reading a book, watching a movie, or quietly enjoying the day just waiting to go into that booth in November and CANCEL your vote. I may be that person. But just like my parents … I still love you.
---Spiff Carner
Monday, October 8, 2012
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Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Vote Wisely
Story Time, Boys & Girls ...
A redneck walks into a Waffle House with a shotgun in one hand and pulling a Longhorn Steer with the other. He says to the waiter, "Give me a cup of coffee." The waiter says, "Sure, Bubba. Coming right up." He gets the redneck a tall mug of coffee. Bubba drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the Longhorn with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then the redneck just walks out of the cafe. The next morning the redneck returns to the same Waffle House. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another Longhorn Steer with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter: "Give me a cup of coffee." The waiter says, "Whoa, Bubba! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?" The redneck smiles and proudly says, "I’m training for a position in the United States Congress. I come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, and leave a mess for others to clean up. And then I disappear for the rest of day."
A redneck walks into a Waffle House with a shotgun in one hand and pulling a Longhorn Steer with the other. He says to the waiter, "Give me a cup of coffee." The waiter says, "Sure, Bubba. Coming right up." He gets the redneck a tall mug of coffee. Bubba drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the Longhorn with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then the redneck just walks out of the cafe. The next morning the redneck returns to the same Waffle House. He has his shotgun in one hand, pulling another Longhorn Steer with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter: "Give me a cup of coffee." The waiter says, "Whoa, Bubba! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?" The redneck smiles and proudly says, "I’m training for a position in the United States Congress. I come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, and leave a mess for others to clean up. And then I disappear for the rest of day."
Moral of the story: NOVEMBER 2012 --- VOTE WISELY!
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